Chapter 332

Chapter 332 Su Chiyan’s Arrangement

 

“Yamamoto Group?”

Upon hearing these three words, Su Rui’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and an extremely dangerous look slowly emerged from them!

He knew that the Yamamoto Group was the largest yakuza organization in the East, existing since the shogunate era, and had even played a crucial role in the shogun’s military campaigns, dominating the Eastern underworld for hundreds of years!

Unexpectedly, the Hero Association had actually invited these people as external support!

“Bringing wolves into the house!” Su Rui’s voice was cold, the chill in it making Zhang Ziwei, who was being held in his arms, shiver involuntarily!

“Why are you telling me this information instead of reporting directly to Li Yang?”

Su Rui stared at Zhang Ziwei’s beautiful face and asked somewhat harshly.

“Because you can control him. When it comes to fighting, Boss Li isn’t particularly skilled,” Zhang Ziwei answered honestly.

“I understand.” After saying this, Su Rui held Zhang Ziwei even tighter: “I’ve already shown my face during the day, so it’s not appropriate to take action at night. Many people can recognize me. If the Hero Association truly acts like traitors, I don’t think I’ll let them off.”

Zhang Ziwei nodded.

“You did well this time. Continue to gather intelligence and make your Xin Hall play a greater role.” After saying this, Su Rui smiled and patted Zhang Ziwei’s back, then stood up and walked straight out of the bar!

For some reason, watching Su Rui leave, Zhang Ziwei felt a slight chill in her heart.

She finished her cocktail, then pursed her lips, stood up, and walked toward the depths of the bar.

Reaching the innermost private room on the second floor of the bar, Zhang Ziwei took a deep breath and then pushed open the door.

There were only two people in the room.

One was an elderly man wearing a thin white robe, appearing to be around sixty years old, with graying beard, fierce eyes, sitting upright in the center of the sofa. One could vaguely see the powerful aura he must have had in his youth.

On one side of the sofa sat a woman. Her hair had clearly been professionally styled and dyed, with burgundy waves cascading over her left shoulder. She wore a knee-length skirt revealing slender legs without an ounce of excess fat, and a white chiffon blouse that outlined breathtaking curves. Though her outfit was simple, she wore it with a unique sensuality.

“You’re back?” asked the old man sitting in the center, speaking with strong voice that showed he was accustomed to authority.

“I’m back.” As Zhang Ziwei spoke, she couldn’t help but look up at the woman sitting on the side of the sofa. Though she considered herself quite beautiful, compared to this exquisite woman, she still felt somewhat inadequate.

“Dad, Sister Chiyan.” Zhang Ziwei nodded to the woman.

This old man was Zhang Ziwei’s father, which meant he was the previous leader of the Dragon Gang, Zhang Fantian!

And this exquisite, beautiful woman was none other than Su Wuxian’s adopted daughter, Su Chiyan!

“Did he leave?” Zhang Fantian asked in a deep voice.

“Yes.” Zhang Ziwei recalled Su Rui’s departing figure: “He said if the Japanese dare to act recklessly on Chinese soil, he absolutely won’t spare them.”

Zhang Fantian nodded, then said with a smile: “Chiyan, I really don’t understand why you value this young man so much. Does he really have such great abilities?”

“It’s just a simple test.” Su Chiyan tucked her hair behind her ear, seemingly recalling what Su Wuxian had told her before coming here: “He can accomplish many things and has much energy within him that hasn’t yet been developed. It needs external stimulation to be brought out.”

Zhang Ziwei remained silent. In fact, today’s meeting had been carried out under the instructions of these two, not as she had previously claimed.

“Fine, since it’s Wuxian’s wish, I’ll take this matter seriously,” Zhang Fantian leaned back against the sofa and said: “I’ll have Ziwei provide the young man with the greatest possible assistance in the near future.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Elder Zhang.” Su Chiyan nodded in acknowledgment.

Zhang Fantian tapped his cane and said: “At my age, you’ve managed to arouse my curiosity. Who exactly is this young man? Why does Wuxian value him so highly?”

Thinking of that calligraphy piece, Su Chiyan’s body trembled slightly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes: “Elder Zhang, do you remember the great fire at the orphanage nineteen years ago?”

“Nineteen years ago…”

Zhang Fantian pondered these words, thought for a moment, and his eyes flashed with brilliance: “It’s him!”

…

After Su Chiyan left, Zhang Ziwei asked puzzledly: “Dad, what was that great fire nineteen years ago that Su Chiyan mentioned? Who exactly is Su Rui?”

Zhang Fantian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his robe and wiped the sweat from his forehead!

In Zhang Ziwei’s view, it was completely abnormal for her father, who had dominated his entire life, to be so unsettled now!

“Nineteen years ago, I was still the leader of the Dragon Gang…”

Zhang Fantian had just begun when he immediately stopped. Looking at his daughter, whom he had spent half his life cultivating, he said gravely: “Ziwei, there are some things that, although we’ve encountered them, we must pretend to know nothing about, because we are far from reaching that level and can’t play these games. The reason I’m not telling you is to protect you.”

Zhang Ziwei heard the gravity in her father’s tone and became even more curious. What exactly did “that level” her father mentioned represent?

However, though she thought this, she said: “Dad, don’t worry, I absolutely won’t ask what I shouldn’t.”

Zhang Fantian nodded, silently saying to himself: “Sometimes knowing too much isn’t good. Let that matter rot in my heart.”

…

During the next day’s official competition, Su Rui’s gaze frequently darted toward the Hero Association’s location.

And Su Rui’s opponent today turned out to be another member of the White Lake Gang.

Two people from this gang had already been kicked between the legs by Su Rui. When today’s opponent saw Su Rui, he instinctively covered his crotch, nearly scared to death.

It seemed that Su Rui’s reputation as the “Nut-Kicking Demon” had spread widely, especially within the White Lake Gang, where everyone spoke of him with fear.

Although Su Rui had advanced each time using only one dishonorable move, this move was enough to demonstrate his strength. After all, even if you want to kick someone there, you need sufficient skill to do so.

Su Rui looked at the opponent who had already lost his fighting spirit and smiled mockingly: “Will you forfeit on your own, or should I kick you off?”

The opponent was a seeded fighter from the White Lake Gang and couldn’t possibly forfeit voluntarily. Though afraid, he still mustered his courage and shouted: “I’ll avenge my brothers!”

“You’ve got courage, but I wonder about your strength.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Rui charged toward his opponent…

Another kick, and even though the opponent had preemptively covered his vital area with his hands, he was still hit by Su Rui’s family-ending kick through his defenses. The man was kicked into the air and then crashed heavily onto the ring. Judging by his contorted expression, he was in unbearable pain.

The White Lake Gang members below the stage could hardly bear to watch. Su Rui was being too cruel!

It was one thing to defeat non-seeded fighters this way, but to defeat one of White Lake Gang’s top five seeded fighters in a single move proved he was definitely a dark horse in this competition!

That day, the Far Might Gang and the Dragon Gang encountered each other again. Enemies meeting face to face, both sides immediately adopted a life-or-death stance. Although the Dragon Gang ultimately won, it was a bitter victory, with the winner covered in wounds and likely bedridden for days.

The Thai boxing champion Yinglaji, in whom Li Yang had placed great hopes, performed admirably, finishing each match within five moves, advancing smoothly and efficiently.

However, what was surprising was that the Desert Wolf Gang from the Northwest seemed to harbor deep hatred for the Far Might Gang as well. Whenever they fought against the Far Might Gang, these people seemed to fight with reckless abandon, ensuring that even if they lost, the Far Might Gang wouldn’t have an easy time!

This made Wanyan Zhengyong’s expression quite unpleasant. The Desert Wolf Gang’s sudden emergence was truly beyond his expectations.

Su Rui had already left his seat and, pulling Ye Binglan along, stood in the Hero Association’s competition area.

Zhang Ziwei’s intelligence was completely accurate. He had already identified ten men carrying samurai long swords who were definitely from Japan. Although the competition allowed weapons, these men never unsheathed their swords, using only the scabbards to cause multiple fractures to their opponents, completely depriving them of fighting ability.

Even when facing opponents far inferior to themselves, these ten Japanese men didn’t miss any opportunity to disable their opponents, breaking arms and legs, displaying a ruthlessness that was appalling!

After three rounds of competition, not one of these ten men had been eliminated! There hadn’t even been anyone who posed a significant threat to them!

The spectators had more or less noticed that these men were Japanese experts, and therefore found the Hero Association’s behavior quite despicable.

Had the people of the Hero Association forgotten what the Japanese had done to China decades ago?

Forgetting history means betrayal, let alone actively recruiting Japanese people to deal with fellow Chinese—this was tantamount to treason!

Without the Dragon Gang deliberately spreading the news, public sentiment had already become inflamed.

Regarding this, Yao Zhenshan, the leader of the Hero Association, felt it didn’t matter. After all, every gang invited external support—you invite Thai or American support, I invite Japanese support, what’s the essential difference? Even if people cursed a few times, it wouldn’t cancel the Japanese participants’ eligibility. As long as they won the final championship, who cared about the rest?

Yao Zhenshan looked at the ring, his eyes revealing a cold smile. As long as the Hero Association won the championship of the decade’s competition and gained the power to command all of China’s gangs once, the Yamamoto Group would, according to their prior agreement, dispatch a large number of elite fighters to join the Hero Association, helping this eastern Chinese gang expand its territory, even to conquer the entire Chinese underworld!